Once there were six young witches. They were all sisters and each of them had a special gift. Athena, named after the Greek goddess of war and wisdom, held the knowledge of the ages. She was the oldest, wisest, and the cleverest of the sisters. Athena had a temper, and everyone knew not to cross her, because when she was angry she destroyed everything in her path, and though she would be sorry for it later she didn’t seem to care who she hurt in her rage.
Next was Izabell. Izabell was known for her ability to blend in with mortals. Everything about her was overlooked by other witches. That is everything except her long curly blond hair. Her hair was envied by all, and because Izabell didn’t like the attention she got from it she often would do her hair in strange ways that she thought others wouldn’t like. Izabell had a quick temper, but she could easily manipulate any mortal she came across.
Izabell and Athena were twins. Their personalities were those of the sun and the moon. Izabell was an artist; creative and talented, though she hated to admit the true beauty of her creations. Athena was a scholar; constantly trying to learn and teach her sisters of the dangers of the world they lived in. Izabell and Athena had been best friends when they were young. Nothing and no one could break them apart, but eventually Athena realized that Izabell manipulated her as much as she did mortals. Athena dealt with it for a while before deciding it wasn’t worth it. Now Izabell and Athena can’t even be in the same room without fighting.
After the twins came Amelia. Although she was one of the older witches, Amelia was the very core of mortal innocence. She thrived on the hopes and dreams of everyone around her, and she almost always preferred ignorance over knowledge. Amelia was known for her smile. One glance at her and you couldn’t help but realize how truly beautiful she was. She denied it of course, but her long beautiful red hair, her green eyes, her long legs, and her graceful posture created one of the most beautiful witches any of the sisters had ever met. Amelia, though beautiful and very much a “girly girl” as mortals would call her, hated men. She teased them and was mean to them almost as if she was one of them. This caused a lot of trouble for the sisters, but they didn’t mind. One day Amelia would get past that.
The first of the three younger witches was Grace. Her name was an oxymoron in itself. Grace spillled everything she touched, and often even things she didn’t. Grace held the gift of surprise. The young girl didn’t live with, or even near, her sisters, and tended to pop in whenever she wished always surprising the others. The six sisters were only ever truly happy when they were all together. Grace took advantage of this, and even though Athena hated how she used her sisters they always anxiously awaited for Grace to return.
The youngest two witches were also twins. Kristen and Krista were about as alike as they could be. They had the gift of emotion. Every emotion the two young girls had was extreme, and sometimes fatal to mortals. They looked so alike that they both were assigned colors they could wear so that the others could tell them apart. Kristen and Krista loved confusing their siblings and so they would often switch just to make Athena angry, which would make Izabell angry and so on.
Together the six girls lived in a world of mystery. Light years away from earth they controlled the mortals of a different world. This world was like earth only because of the humans. There were no concrete buildings, streets, or man made bodies of water. Everything was created by nature for the most part, and most humans were fine with this. Until the warlock named Xero came along and told them of the mortals of earth. Xero told them all the wonders of the earthling’s buildings, technology, and clothing, and suddenly there was a huge group of people that wanted to use these new discoveries to change their world. Xero led these humans and started wars. The battles killed millions, and not only humans were harmed by the sudden revolt. The sisters knew their world was falling apart, but they were too young to do anything about it, and so they sat at the sidelines and watched as everything they had known slowly disappeared.
This is just the prologue. I don't really know what to call this yet, or whether or not I will even continue it. Give me your ideas, tell me whether or not it's any good, and in return I'll read your blogs. How about that?
